I recently faced a quandary. My dachshund was extremely sick, and the veterinarian laid out the options for his treatment. I had an important decision to make: Do I spend a considerable amount of money to treat my little “Buddy” or not?
When I told the veterinarian, “He’s just a dog,” I thought, after all, I am just a human. I’m a lot older than I used to be, not exactly a spring chicken (or a young puppy). So what if my family and friend–or God even–thought about me in those terms. How would that make me feel? Useless, worthless, unloved? God loves me and you and our pets and all that is a part of creation.